Reunion
by Gypsy Gray
The
drive was a blur. He could remember stopping at an army supply store and buying
a tarp. He could remember covering his lover in it. Then the next thing he
really knew it was dusk, and he was parked in front of Angel's. And Spike was
worse.
Xander
didn't let himself think about what they would do if Angel turned them away. He
picked Spike up and headed for the door. The boy was saved the trouble of
figuring out how to knock when a slim figure opened the door.
"Hurry.
I've what he needs in here lad."
"Doyle?"
"In
the flesh. And that'll be more than you can say for him if you don't get a move
on."
The
boy was put at ease by the soft lilt to the other man's voice. He had spoken to
Doyle once before on the phone. He had called to speak to Cordelia. The two of
them had patched up their differences and become friends. It was more then he
could say for his relationship with Angel.
"You've
nothing to worry about. He's gone to find more of what your friend needs."
"Spike."
"Aye,
Angel's son."
"You
knew we were coming?"
"Aye.
Put him there."
Xander
carried Spike over to what he presumed was Angel's bed. Doyle came over with a
bottle. Both of them knew what it was, and that there was no way Spike would be
able to drink it on his own. Xander didn't hesitate. He did exactly what he had
done for his lover before. The mortal straddled his lover, took a mouthful from
the bottle, and put his lips over Spike's. It seemed to take forever to get that
one taste in, but the second didn't take as long, and the third was easier than
that, by the fourth drink the vampire was lucid enough to open his mouth and
swallow on his own.
"I
need to get the rest of the wood out of him."
The
brunette slowly looked over his shoulder. Angel stood just behind him. So close
to the bed that he could reach his arm out to touch him. Xander looked the
vampire in the eye...and waited. For a moment no one moved. Then Angel dropped
his eyes. Both of them understood. It wasn't about dominance, it was about
respect. Angel dropped his eyes to allow Xander to help Spike turn over in
privacy.
The
elder vampire ignored the gentle murmurs and reassurances coming from the bed.
When Spike's first question was if Xander was alright Angel had no more doubts
about Doyle's vision. His child had found his mate. It was time.
Doyle
changed the water again. Xander had lost track of the number of times the other
man carried away the pan full of red liquid, and came back with fresh water.
Angel had blood from his wrists to his elbows. And all Xander could do was
stroke Spike's hair and tell him how much he loved him. The blonde vampire was
mostly unconscious, but everytime Xander let go of his hand he moaned and
thrashed. So Xander knelt on the bed beside him and watched.
It
took three hours. Three hours of blood and pain to get out all the pieces. 84,
there were 84 pieces of wood in Spike's back. When he was done, Angel told him
that Buffy had used a stake treated in holy water, and made of brittle wood that
would splinter easily. Xander was familiar with the type; he had designed them
to use against the mayor's cronies at graduation. And the Slayer had used one on
his lover. Some thing would have to be done.
But
for now, Spike was all that mattered. With the treated wood out and his back
sewn up, he was healing quickly. Angel said it would be no more then 2 or 3 days
before he was completely well. As soon as Spike woke up Angel would decide if he
was well enough to be moved, if he was he and Xander would be staying in the
apartment Doyle and Cordelia had set up over the garage. Which brought Xander to
his next concern....
"You
saw me coming here. Saw us."
"I
knew you would be coming. And I knew Spike would be hurt, aside from
that..." As the half-demon trailed off, Angel picked up the conversation.
"Xander,
what happened to Spike?"
"Your
ex."
"Buffy
did this?"
"Got
it in one Deadboy."
"Huh.
I never thought I'd miss hearing that."
"Sorry."
"Don't
be. I did miss it. So, even though she knew Spike couldn't defend himself, Buffy
tried to kill him."
"That
would be a big ol' yep."
"Tell
me the whole story. Everything from when Spike first came to you with the
implant."
It
took two hours this time. And Xander told them everything. Oh, he didn't give
details about the private bits, but he told when he and Spike became lovers. He
talked about being a little surprised that the fact that Spike was a guy didn't
bother him. He talked about Spike taking care of him, about how things were with
his own father, about how afraid he had been when Spike was hurt, about how he
didn't think he could live without the other man, about how he wasn't sure he
wanted to...
And
then Angel was holding him, and whispering that everything was alright. And
Doyle was petting his hair and making soft shushy noises. And he felt himself
drifting, and he was so tired, but he couldn't go to sleep. And then Angel
promised to take care of Spike, and then he was asleep.
Waking
came slowly. Like swimming against the current in a river of molasses. But the
more awake he became, the more aware he was of what was happening around him. He
was lying next to Spike, in Angel's bed. Spike was awake. Awake and talking to
Angel, who was checking his stitches.
"This
should be completely closed by tomorrow."
"When
you'll send me on my merry way, while keeping Xander here for his own
good."
"You
are what's good for Xander."
"What?"
"You
love him. You let him love you. That's good for him."
"I
don't...what's going on?"
"When
you're healed you and I and Xander need to have a long talk. In the meantime,
you're both to consider this your home. No one will bother you here."
"He
told you about the Slayer."
"Yes.
She won't get near him, or you."
Xander
heard Angel walk to the door. He felt the tension in Spike's body and knew his
lover was deciding whether or not to do something. He kept still...waiting.
"Thank
you....Father."
"You're
welcome Wil. Now get some rest. You have a lover to reassure."
tbc